Jin stood still, his fluffy hair springing over his forehead as he bored daggers at the poor roach in the corner of his bathtub, slipping and climbing the shiny slippery surface of the bathtub.
"Where the fuck did you come from?" he took his ultimate weapon in his hands and aimed his precious white toilet slipper towards the poor roach, struggling for his dear life, totally aware of Jin's fiery gaze on its meek body.
But it was its lucky day, Jin's perfectly aimed slipper whacked the shit out of its poor little body and it died right on the spot.
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A victorious smirk danced on his face until he realized what he did. He watched Jungkook kill that fly with his mighty chunky boots a few hours ago and now he mimicked the actions as perfectly as possible.
(le boots T^T)
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And why the fuck there are insects in his clean apartment?
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He fell on his knees right before his bathtub and screamed with frustration.
"noh not this again"
He was realizing something, that he was slowly becoming like Jungkook and Taehyung. The more they spend time with him, the more he was becoming someone he hates.
His past self.
He groaned and looked at the deceased body of the roach with terror "no, I promise .... I am the bad guy... that's why I killed you...you must have a family... and kids... wait...the fuck am I doing?"
He winced with pain, he had accidentally sprained one of the wounds he got from Namjoon's deadly jabs and chuckled through his pain "I can't believe he can throw deadly punches now...should I be proud? Or concerned?"
He heard the main door open and Jungkook's jingling giggles echoed inside his quiet apartment. He heard Taehyung's heavy breaths and random shouting.
And at that moment, he felt it.
The little flower of softness blooms in his supposed-to-be barren black monstrous heart.
And without realizing it, he took the first glance at his reflection in the huge mirror and thought of how beautiful a smile could look on his face.
Was he returning?
Should his past self return?
Won't it bring out the monsters he hid deep inside his soul long ago?
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AN: hey guys look I am alive!!!!
ugh making money is as tough as laying eggs... IDK what I am saying lol.
